My body swelled with desire, and I surrendered to every sensation. He was rubbing all the right places, and I was drowning in his pheromones.
Atticus clutched the headboard with one hand and growled, “I’m coming.”
I exploded with pleasure, crying out as my release came fast and hard. My legs quivered while I clutched him, every rope of muscle on his arms and back pulled taut.
Atticus picked up his tempo before a strangled moan tore free. He cursed as his body went still. Then he rocked with laughter into the pillow.
Out of breath, kissed his shoulder. “Gee whiz. What’s so funny? You really know how to make a gal feel sexy.”
He struggled to catch his breath. “I’ve waited over three millennia to find you, and I barely lasted five minutes.” Atticus rolled next to me, and we faced each other, our bodies twined.
“I like it fast and hard. Sometimes I need that release. Now we can really play and have fun. I’m just surprised you didn’t break the headboard.”
“I’m always in complete control.” He kissed my shoulder and got up. “Be right back.”
Now that I’d gotten my first orgasm out of the way, I fantasized about where the evening might take us. What were his sexual turn-ons? What words excited him? What positions did he like? Did he have any hard limits?
It was a relief to know we had strong sexual chemistry.
When he strode back into the room, he’d put on his tan trousers and was holding the plate of muffins. I watched himenter the bathroom to my right and pull my thick blue robe off the hook.
“What are you up to?” I rolled onto my side and propped my head in my hand.
He stopped and admired my body. “You look ravishing, beloved wife.”
“I like the way that sounds.”
“Follow me.”
“Can’t a girl bask in the afterglow?”
“How fast can your wolf run?”
That piqued my interest. “Why do you ask?”
“Because I want you to chase me.”
As he exited the room, I jumped to my feet and followed. “Chase you? Atticus, what are you talking about?”
When he opened the door, a gust of wind rustled his hair. Atticus looked over his shoulder with an impish grin. “Chase me.”
I blinked in surprise when he dipped out of sight. Curious, I rushed to the door and peered outside, goose bumps forming over my entire body.
He jogged backward in the yard as the security light shone on him. “I’ll give you a head start!”
My eyes widened with delight, and I shifted. Uncertain how long I would remain conscious, I urged my wolf to go after him. Atticus smelled like sex and blueberries, making him easy to track.
Bess gave chase. Once we reached the dark woods, my wolf stopped to listen, then caught the sound of snapping twigs straight ahead. Despite the chilly night air, her blood ran hot.
Bess tramped across dirt, grass, and then powered up a hill. A rabbit suddenly distracted her, and she sniffed the ground to pick up the trail.
Atticus whistled from the top of the hill.
Go!I urged her.Go get him!
Bess resumed pursuit with a burst of energy. Having never been the dominant wolf, without Gypsy around, she was finding her own sense of self and courage. She no longer had Gypsy to depend on.
She weaved around oak trees. I was along for the ride, the wind on my face and the adrenaline pumping in my veins. A light caught my attention, and she turned at the base of the hill and discovered a fire crackling near an opening.
